Will laid there on the bed, feeling finally like the sex haze he'd been thrust into had abated a bit, Peter right by his side, still feeling at Will's back muscles, noting how huge Will was now. But it was with this clearing of the haze that Will was beginning to be able to think. And with thought came the memories of how things used to be. He remembered what happened in that room, of Peter and their coupling, frantic and need-driven...and earlier, about them.
Peter was actually his father. And Will...Will was his son...!
Will scrambled out of bed suddenly and bit his lip as he hurried around the room trying to put on some clothes. He noted the closet was full of nothing but showy clothes for the modern himbo he had become, and so just put on a stringer and tight booty shorts. "Shit...! I just screwed up big time!"
Peter swung his legs around the side of the bed and stated, "Now I don't think you were THAT bad of a lay, Will. Definitely one of the better male strippers I ever took home."
Will shook his head and tried to get his mind out of the images that statement gave him. Of performing for a club and occasionally going home with some of the clientele, being 19, sexy, and working on his bodybuilding career on the side. He still remembered his own past, and he'd see to it that Peter didn't forget his own. "Don't you remember why we ended up going to this cabin with Jack, Henry and Mom...?"
Those names were the silver bullet. Peter seemed to have a sudden headache and looked to the side for a moment, and then realized in full what had happened between him and this "hot male stripper". His son. "Oh...oh fucking...dammit! What happened to us? Will, Will...I-I'm your...oh geez I want to vomit."
Will nodded, and just said, "Well, it seems something happened here. Turned me like...like this. Even like, now, I'm starting to feel the urges gettin' back on me. It made me some kinda sex pest, male, female, I don't care as long as I---"
Will groaned outloud when he saw the impression at the front of his shorts.
Peter for his part was left with a bit of a dilemma. Certainly he remembered his previous life, but that was a memory of weight, of inadequacy, of never quite being able to do all that he wanted to do. Now, he was thinner again, muscular again, and sure he could think his wife would probably appreciate him more in the bed now...but couldn't he enjoy this maybe without doing that again?
Peter spoke up, "Will, let's...let's get your mind off of sex for a while. How about we go out to the town?"
Will asked, "...And lots of tourists...?"
Peter nodded, figuring what Will was asking about, "And yes, lots of visiting people around this time of year who you can feel better about screwing around with." There were benefits to picking this time of year to be going to this area for vacation. The local town was generously populated with legal age tourists who were looking to enjoy entertainment and indulgence in ways Will might appreciate now. All the better to keep Will off of any further incestuous decisions. Especially because Peter was not sure he could stop himself in any further dalliances.
Will managed to use that to get himself under control, and said, "A-Alright dad, I'm good to go then. Let's head out to the town." He was honestly feeling excited about this. "Where are we going?"